9 Months

Frances, you are 9 months old, and what a 9 months it's been. You are crawling so fast, pulling yourself up on the couch and scooting along.  It also seems as if you used up all your crankiness in the first 3 months of life. Now you are a delight and a joy, always smiling (unless Teresa tries to put a hat on you, or sits on you). You have caused many a heart palpation with your obsession with putting potential death traps in your mouth. You are eating three meals of solids a day, and man can you pack it away. I don't know where you put it all, considering you are a petit 16 pounds. You love the colour red, toys that flash and play music and your favourite part of the day is when Mommy sings to you (poor muffin, to have been born into a family who is tone deaf, but you don't seem to mind.) You go crazy when you see Bob the Tomato (I think it's the red) and dance to Veggie Tales. My days with you are filled with joy and laughter, and with Christmas coming up, I can't wait to see what you will destroy.

Note - Photo shoot outtakes to follow soon!